I totally know what I am going to be doing for the next 18 months!! that is so good. I am so hackin excited. I should start from the beginning.
Last week was fall break, and I had to go back to cedar city on tuesday. So naturally, my mission call came in the mail on wednesday. Unfortunately I was 260 miles away from my mailbox. I planned to make the drive home on Friday(again,... third time this month. marathon, fallbreak, misson call... wow) I took off on Friday after the Grad Fair (which made me ridiculously excited for grad school) I just need to focus on the mission first, and then grad school. I drove until (of course) I hit traffic in provo. Everyone was waiting at home for me to get through this traffic.... except I wasn't moving too fast.. and then I wasn't moving at all. I was stopped in front of the provo mall for an hour and a half. Needless to say, I was a little anxious. I REALLY wanted to be at home. I finally made it home and all of the family was waiting. They had all guessed where I would go. I grabbed the envelope, and tried to open it. ... it took me awhile to open it with a razor (you would not believe that I was the daughter of a roofer if you looked at my lack of skill with a razor that can cut through tar, and I couldn't even cut the paper efficiently) I opened it up and read it out loud. I was called to serve as a missionary of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints in the Bolivia Cochabamba Mission. Awesome!!! I will be speaking the Spanish language, and I will depart for the MTC on Feburary 8th, 2012. I admit that I didn't expect to go to South America. But when I read it, I knew that this is where I am supposed to go.
Cochabamba Bolivia is pronounced just how it is spelled. It is high up in the Andes Mountains. 8400 feet above sea level. (salt lake city is at 4200 ft.) Bolivia is above Argentina and to the left of Brazil. And! Cochabamba has a temple! yes!! The church has a pretty strong base in Bolivia. Cochabamba is known for its mild climate because it is so close to the equator. One website said the winter low is 61 degrees and the summer high is 78 degrees. also known as the "City of Eternal Spring" I can't even wait. I will be in the Provo MTC for three weeks, and then I will go to the Lima, Peru MTC for six weeks to help with the transition. I really should have taken more than two years of jr. high spanish... crap. Hopefully, I will pick it up quickly. I am just excited to go!! I hope that I will do well. So ya, I am headed back to SUU to finish this semester, and then I will only have a brief wait until I start the best part of my life!!
Sunday, October 23, 2011
Sunday, October 16, 2011
I ran a Marathon.
I totally did it. I am so glad that the marathon is over. Believe it or not, but the marathon was only a portion of my crazy weekend. Maybe I should start from the beginning...
I took off for home after my friday classes. The traffic and construction was horrible in Utah Valley (as usual). I get home and I am able to talk with my mom for awhile. I just can't wait to run this race. I realize that it is still raining and it is freakin cold outside... wait... what if it doesn't warm up before five a.m. tomorrow morning? ... crap. So I frantically try to find something warm to wear for tomorrow. My mother and I also have to drive up to Layton to get my information packet the night before the race. So by the time I am done with all of the driving it is time to go to bed.
You know how you really try to sleep, but you are so worried you are going to sleep in?! I could not sleep well that whole night. I had to wake up at three in the morning in order to catch the bus to the starting line. I bolted awake every time anyone made any noise during the night. (longest night of my life) I finally woke up and started to get ready. My mom woke up to see me off to Layton. She was the only one who was going to be waiting at the finish line.
I am driving to Layton and jamming to sweet music at four in the morning. It is raining and really really cold. I go through my mental checklist to make sure that I have all of my warm clothes, and then I realize something...... where is my ipod? where is my ipod? Where IS my HACKIN Ipod???!!!! noooooooooooo. I had left it at home, but I didn't have time to turn around and go get it... Needless to say, I had a mini breakdown in the car. How could I be so dumb? I had been training for four months with the ipod. crap.
I got there, and wow! it was still beyond cold. I immediately started to shiver uncontrollably. I hop on this bus, and drive to the starting line. The bus driver got lost on antelope island so we had to turn around a couple of times, so the ride seemed to go on forever!! (the long bus ride did not do my self confidence any good.) I had some doubts on what the heck was I doing on this bus, with open windows blowing in freezing wind, about to run a marathon. We get to the starting line and there is one heater for all of the people to share... ugh. Someone gave me a foil space blanket because I looked so pathetically cold. We waited for 45 minutes... I finally started running at six thirty. (still cold) I felt great for the first 13 miles. My pace was good, but then my hamstrings started to tighten up. I pushed through it though. Those gel packets are disgusting by the way, ew. So I hit my wall around mile 21. I had no idea how I was going to run another five miles. my hamstrings were starting to give out, and I was still cold enough that I didn't take off any of my layers. I only ever slowed down at the drink stations in order to get some gatorade. yes! I ran through the finish line at exactly 5 hours! I had just run in silence for five hours... wow. They gave me a medal and a fat boy ice cream... ICE cream? ugh, but i ate it anyways. It was cold, I was cold, I truly didn't care anymore... about anything but breathing. I pretty much crawled to my car and had to drive myself back to murray.
I got home and took a fantastic hot bath... best part of my weekend. I started packing up because my mom wanted to drive down to St. George to watch my dad play volleyball in the Huntsman Sr. Games. So we take off for St. George. (mental note: do not sit in a car for four hours after running a marathon) O man I died in the car. Longest drive of my life. We got to Cedar City to grab some sunday clothes. We were in a hurry, because we were goin to be late for my dad's last game. I realize that my room smells.... like mildew? and my toilet is broken. But we didn't have time to wonder, and so we just took off. I sped all the way to st. george and got there for the last half of the last game. As we sit down my dad comes over to talk to us... He says that they just changed the lineup... my dad was not going to play this last game... ... I sat in a car for four hours after running a marathon just to see my dad sit bench!! arghhhh. The old man sitting next to me witnessed my second mini breakdown.
We went out to eat. and went back to the hotel to sleep. The next morning I ask my roommate to check out the downstairs. She says that the basement is flooded and she called the maintainence people... what??! My room is in the basement!! crap. So apparently, the sump pump broke and spilled toilet water into my room and bathroom... gross. I came home to find everything wet and torn up, with fans blowing cold air around the apartment. My parents lingered for awhile, but it was cold, uncomfortable and awkward. They soon left me alone in my stinky apartment. I had to sleep on the couch for the next few days. That was when my third mini breakdown occurred. By this time, all that I could do was laugh though. I wasn't mad or frustrated... just hysterical about the ridiculous weekend that had just happened. wow! I think I handled it quite well.
The following week I had to study for an abnormal psychology test... it was on depression, mood disorders, law for the mentally ill, schizophrenia, and suicide. That was an Exhausting test to study for.... wow. I am pretty sure I was depressed after the first few days of studying. But, now I came home for fall break, and I am just waiting for the anticipated mission call to show up in the mail... I will tell you about it when it comes! Ciao.
I took off for home after my friday classes. The traffic and construction was horrible in Utah Valley (as usual). I get home and I am able to talk with my mom for awhile. I just can't wait to run this race. I realize that it is still raining and it is freakin cold outside... wait... what if it doesn't warm up before five a.m. tomorrow morning? ... crap. So I frantically try to find something warm to wear for tomorrow. My mother and I also have to drive up to Layton to get my information packet the night before the race. So by the time I am done with all of the driving it is time to go to bed.
You know how you really try to sleep, but you are so worried you are going to sleep in?! I could not sleep well that whole night. I had to wake up at three in the morning in order to catch the bus to the starting line. I bolted awake every time anyone made any noise during the night. (longest night of my life) I finally woke up and started to get ready. My mom woke up to see me off to Layton. She was the only one who was going to be waiting at the finish line.
I am driving to Layton and jamming to sweet music at four in the morning. It is raining and really really cold. I go through my mental checklist to make sure that I have all of my warm clothes, and then I realize something...... where is my ipod? where is my ipod? Where IS my HACKIN Ipod???!!!! noooooooooooo. I had left it at home, but I didn't have time to turn around and go get it... Needless to say, I had a mini breakdown in the car. How could I be so dumb? I had been training for four months with the ipod. crap.
I got there, and wow! it was still beyond cold. I immediately started to shiver uncontrollably. I hop on this bus, and drive to the starting line. The bus driver got lost on antelope island so we had to turn around a couple of times, so the ride seemed to go on forever!! (the long bus ride did not do my self confidence any good.) I had some doubts on what the heck was I doing on this bus, with open windows blowing in freezing wind, about to run a marathon. We get to the starting line and there is one heater for all of the people to share... ugh. Someone gave me a foil space blanket because I looked so pathetically cold. We waited for 45 minutes... I finally started running at six thirty. (still cold) I felt great for the first 13 miles. My pace was good, but then my hamstrings started to tighten up. I pushed through it though. Those gel packets are disgusting by the way, ew. So I hit my wall around mile 21. I had no idea how I was going to run another five miles. my hamstrings were starting to give out, and I was still cold enough that I didn't take off any of my layers. I only ever slowed down at the drink stations in order to get some gatorade. yes! I ran through the finish line at exactly 5 hours! I had just run in silence for five hours... wow. They gave me a medal and a fat boy ice cream... ICE cream? ugh, but i ate it anyways. It was cold, I was cold, I truly didn't care anymore... about anything but breathing. I pretty much crawled to my car and had to drive myself back to murray.
I got home and took a fantastic hot bath... best part of my weekend. I started packing up because my mom wanted to drive down to St. George to watch my dad play volleyball in the Huntsman Sr. Games. So we take off for St. George. (mental note: do not sit in a car for four hours after running a marathon) O man I died in the car. Longest drive of my life. We got to Cedar City to grab some sunday clothes. We were in a hurry, because we were goin to be late for my dad's last game. I realize that my room smells.... like mildew? and my toilet is broken. But we didn't have time to wonder, and so we just took off. I sped all the way to st. george and got there for the last half of the last game. As we sit down my dad comes over to talk to us... He says that they just changed the lineup... my dad was not going to play this last game... ... I sat in a car for four hours after running a marathon just to see my dad sit bench!! arghhhh. The old man sitting next to me witnessed my second mini breakdown.
We went out to eat. and went back to the hotel to sleep. The next morning I ask my roommate to check out the downstairs. She says that the basement is flooded and she called the maintainence people... what??! My room is in the basement!! crap. So apparently, the sump pump broke and spilled toilet water into my room and bathroom... gross. I came home to find everything wet and torn up, with fans blowing cold air around the apartment. My parents lingered for awhile, but it was cold, uncomfortable and awkward. They soon left me alone in my stinky apartment. I had to sleep on the couch for the next few days. That was when my third mini breakdown occurred. By this time, all that I could do was laugh though. I wasn't mad or frustrated... just hysterical about the ridiculous weekend that had just happened. wow! I think I handled it quite well.
The following week I had to study for an abnormal psychology test... it was on depression, mood disorders, law for the mentally ill, schizophrenia, and suicide. That was an Exhausting test to study for.... wow. I am pretty sure I was depressed after the first few days of studying. But, now I came home for fall break, and I am just waiting for the anticipated mission call to show up in the mail... I will tell you about it when it comes! Ciao.
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